[ truthfully, katerina had barked at vasilka to go torment some gryffindors who had been giving one of the younger slytherins trouble. her cat has already completed her task, even if katerina is impatient to see the results. (eating things, harassing owls, stealing robes, socks, photographs. vasilka's as cheeky as katerina once had been, if now she's much more worse.) as for victor, vasilka simply likes him. it's annoying, yet good for katerina when she needs to find her cat and locates her stalking victor. ]

[ vasilka's taste. it's almost the same as aleksander's — poor. ]

[ with her brow slightly arched, she watches him in amusement. ] Your gratitude is as weak as your excuses. [ she doesn't say it as unkindly as she could, merely stating it as one would reminding another water is wet and magic outside of hogwarts is frowned upon. ] But you're good at potions, aren't you? Or will you lie and tell me you're good at nothing at all?